I'm back! Sorry for the delay. And thank you all for the reviews, I love hearing from you guys.

It was little after two o'clock in the morning; Amber had been in surgery for approximately fifty minutes. After notifying everyone, the rest of the Braverman family had shown up to show their support. Julia, Joel and Sydney had arrived first, with Crosby and Zeek minutes behind.

They camped out in the waiting room. Sydney slept with her arms around her mother's neck and face buried into her chest. Joel was beside Julia, his arm wrapped around his two girls. Crosby sat across from them, rubbing his hands together nervously. Zeek was standing, constantly glancing down the hallway for any sign of the doctor. Haddie's head rested against her father's shoulder as she attempted to fight off sleep. Between Adam and Sarah, Kristina had her arm draped around the scared mother's shoulder, supporting her without words.

A silence lingered throughout the waiting room. Even the other people who sat waiting for loved ones were quiet. The place seemed empty and lifeless.

"But it's not time! It's not time!" A young voice screamed from down the hallway, slicing through the dead silence.

Kristina and Adam quickly rose to their feet as Max, Camille, and Drew appeared at the doorway.

"Max!" Kristina rushed to her screaming son's side. "Max, it's okay…"

The little boy shook his head, his eyes large and hands twitching. "No! It's not time! It's not time!"

Adam knelt beside him. "Buddy, you need to calm down. You need to be quiet, okay?"

"No!" Max shrieked, louder now. "It's not time!"

"Okay, okay, Max," Adam began as he pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him to calm him down. Max stopped screaming, but tried to wiggle out of his dad's grasp and continue to mutter to himself. "Shhhh… it's okay, Max."

"I'm sorry we took so long," Camille apologized as she rushed to her daughter's side. "We had a little issue with Max. How's Amber?"

Sarah let her mom pull her into a hug. "She's in surgery now, she should be out soon."

Drew moved over to his mom, hands in his pocket as he glanced around, unsure what to do or say. "She's going to be okay, mom." He sounded tired and worried.

Sarah pulled her son into the seat beside her and kissed his forehead. "I know she will be, baby."

The family watched as Adam and Kristina calmed Max down and convinced him to lie on the chairs and pretend he was at home. It must have worked because Max soon grew silent.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Camille asked.

Sarah shook her head, gesturing to the cup of coffee in her hand. "I'm on my third cup… but thanks."

"Mom," Drew began hesitantly. "Did someone call dad?"

"Yeah, of course we did, sweetie."

"What did he say? Is he coming?"

Sarah paused, giving him a sad smile. "No, no he's not. He… he had something to do, something came up."

Drew looked down, his face disappointed. "Oh."

"He said he would send some flowers to your sister…" Sarah said in attempt to cheer him up. "And he promised he would call soon. He said something about visiting you kids."

The teenager didn't seem to believe her words anymore than she or the rest of the family did.

"Um, speaking of flowers, maybe we should go get her something from the gift shop." Julia suggested to her husband. "A balloon or a teddy bear… something…"

"Yeah, we could do that." Joel agreed.

"You guys don't have to, really, she'll just be happy that you're here." Sarah assured.

Julia nodded. "I know, but we want to." She glanced at the sleeping child whose body was wrapped around her own. "Maybe later, when Sydney wakes up."

"That's a great idea," Crosby nodded. "We should all get her something… you know, fill the place with balloons and flowers. Put a smile on her face…"

Sarah smiled and had to hold back her laughter at the thought. That is just what her moody, dark, teenaged daughter would want. Get-well balloons and flowers— might as well throw in some rainbows and unicorns while they were at it.

Drew must have been thinking the same thing as he snorted quietly beside her.

"Braverman?" Someone called out.

Sarah quickly stood, with the rest of her family following in seconds. "Yeah? How is she? How's Amber?"

Doctor Beaumont looked over the large crowd, appearing tired and overwhelmed. "You're daughter is just fine, Miss Braverman. The surgery went perfectly. We're going to have to keep her here another twenty-four hours for observation, and after that she'll have to be inactive at least four weeks. That means no sports, no PE, nothing that could disturb her head in any way."

"She'll be really disappointed about that," Drew muttered sarcastically.

The doctor smiled, flashing them his perfect rows of pearly white teeth. "But other than that she'll be fine. Good as new before you know it."

The family, as if on cue, sighed in relief. A round of applause began before high-fives and smiles were shared by all.

"Oh thank you!" Sarah exclaimed as she rushed over to him, pulling him into a hug. "If you weren't my daughter's doctor I think I could just about kiss you."

The doctor laughed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Well, thank you, I suppose… I could hand this case over to someone…?"

Everyone laughed, despite Dr. Beaumont's serious face.

"When can we see her?" Sarah asked.

"You can go to her room now. The anesthesia should wear off soon."

Adam shook the man's hand. "Thank you, again. Thank you for keeping our girl safe."

Sarah nearly beamed at his words. Our girl—she really was. Everyone here was related to her. Everyone here cared and loved her. Suddenly her fears and worries seemed stupid. Why had she worried so? Why had she even doubted her choice and moving them to Berkeley? She was home. Her children were home. And home was looking really good right about now.

Okay, that's it for now. More to come soon. See ya next time. :)